![]() ![]() ![]() “I… um… yes.” The furious blush on her cheeks was so charming and attractive that John’s groin tightened in response. And I assume by ‘needs’ you’re referring to… the need for intimacy.” “But I believe that’s true of all people, men and women.” When he came up, he took a deep breath, slicking back his hair and blinking. He handed the soap back to Callie and ducked under the water to rinse his hair and buy himself time. He had to handle this carefully, tenderly, in spite of the fact that all he wanted to do was take her in his arms and show her how strong his needs were. It was all John could do not to let his senses run riot and spill heat through his body, which would only complicate things. “I’ve always been told, as long as I can remember, that men have certain… needs. She continued to squirm around her thoughts, not meeting his eyes. Gently, so she didn’t think he was laughing at her. “John,” she began hesitantly as he scrubbed suds through his over-long hair. Patience was the way to see this through. John could see her thinking, could see her rolling over some problem. She handed the soap back to him while she dipped her head underwater. Callie continued washing without saying another word. ![]()
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